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the twist

"Okay this goes here and that goes-"

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A knock became to the door, continuing my mapping of the rest of the butane board.

"Come in"

"Marcus, We need to talk"

I didn't not turn around to face him.

"And what for Jon?"

"About this whole Tim thing, where did the statement even come from? And why straight to you, I mean if this wasn't coincidence then?"

"Then what? There no such this as coincidences especially in the archives. You know that and if it was who would have sent it in? Breekon and hope?"

I gave laughter and I just thought about it what was he even talking about? coincidence really. No , no way in hell!

"Jon just drop it , you even opened it. And without my permission I might add."

I had turn around look immensely into he's eyes
Giving a harshest look.

" Marcus I-"

"I-I I what Jon! This probably one of the bigger leads I have had and it very clear he not dead."

"You're talking crazy."

He had look at me looking under his glasses sharpening his eyes.

"Crazy" I started to laugh again.

"crazy! Really if I'm so crazy than what this?!"

I had held up a piece of fabric that had a clear Hawaiian pattern on it.

"Maybe it's just a part of a shirt that some one throw out?"

"He gets them Tailored specifically in his size, which the company tag is on it"

"How do you know the tailor company?"

"I've went with him before."

"Why?"

"It's just a thing we do together okay?! That besides the point. The point is he out there probably rotting.. anyway."

I had turn back the butane board shaking my head as I started to make more notes and pin them to the board.

"I just don't think this is healthy.."

"Healthier than reading statements as food?"

"I- what your deal? first you give Martin a hard time about the statements on your desk, bluntly ignore everyone, lie to my face and you think I'm the enemy!"

I was mumbling to myself.

"That because you are.."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing"

"You know I can hear you talking under your breath all the time."

"And? Not like it's for you."

"But it is, it's always comments like oh I'm a creep I'm the worst oh I'm Marcus in not crazy"

I had firmly hit the butane board hitting my hand one of the pins that been stabbed into the board, takes on it having it start to bleed.

"Jon..get out.."

"What?" He had started to smile like I was joking.

"I said get out!"

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